[LordCove]

* The items fall from Sall's pack with clunks and thuds as he up-ends the old back-pack and lets everything fall to the floor. It takes him only a few minutes to sift through the things, dumping all the things of interest and used for crafting into a chest at the Guild.

Then he begins filling it with more important things, wands, potions, rope, torches....slipping a few extra daggars in his belt and some fine arrows into his quiver.
A short walk away and he finds himself in Tegan's, strapping the Scion to his back, quickly sharpening his swords and tightening every strap on his armour.
When finished, he writes a quick note, frowning and pausing several times, sighing miserably as he does. He leaves it on the desk, a red rose covered in flames sat in a small vial beside it.
He pauses again, staring at the door, pondering....considering....indecision apparent on his face....
....then walks out the door and takes the long road to Dalanthar....**